Classic Poem

Over the river and through the wood
Now Grandmother's cap I spy:
Hurrah for the fun! — Is the pudding done?
Hurrah for the pumpkin-pie!
-S CHOOL Reader .

FER any boy 'at's little as me,
Er any little girl,
That-un's the goodest poetry piece
In any book in the worl'!

An' ef grown-peoples wuz little ag'in
I bet they'd say so, too,
Ef they'd go see their ole Gran'ma,
Like our Pa lets us do!

Over the river an' through the wood
Now Gran'mother's cap I spy:
Hurrah fer the fun! — Is the puddin' done? —
Hurrah fer the punkin-pie!

An' 'll tell you why 'at's the goodest piece: —
'Cause it's ist like we go
To our Gran'ma's, a-visitun there,
When our Pa he says so;
An' Ma she fixes my little cape-coat
An' little fuzz-cap; an' Pa
He tucks me away — an' yells " Hooray! " —
An' whacks Ole Gray, an' drives the sleigh
Fastest you ever saw!

Over the river an' through the wood
Now Gran'mother's cap I spy:
Hurrah fer the fun! — Is the puddin' done? —
Hurrah fer the punkin-pie!

An' Pa ist snuggles me 'tween his knees —
An' I he'p hold the lines,
An' peek out over the buffalo-robe; —
An' the wind ist blows! — an' the snow ist snows! —
An' the sun ist shines! an' shines! —
An' th' ole horse tosses his head an' coughs
The frost back in our face. —
An' I' ruther go to my Gran'ma's
Than any other place!

Over the river an' through the wood
Now Gran'mother's cap I spy:
Hurrah fer the fun! — Is the puddin' done? —
Hurrah fer the punkin-pie!

An' all the peoples they is in town
Watches us whizzin' past
To go a-visitun our Gran'ma's,
Like we all went there last; —
But they can't go, like ist our folks
An' Johnny an' Lotty, and three
Er four neighber-childerns, an' Roberut Volney,
An' Charley an' Maggy an' me!

Over the river an' through the wood
Now Gran'mother's cap I spy:
Hurrah fer the fun! — Is the puddin' done? —
Hurrah fer the punkin-pie!